The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-09-23

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tinee of slumber in his voice.
"Yes-What's your order?"
"Stew," said Scutty, YEARLY. Then
the waiter turned his head inquiringly
toward Mr.. Wilson, whose chin had
sunk down to the second button of his
waistcoat and v ho was trying to hold
his roying eye upon Scutty. The
waiter leaned over and tapped Mr. Will
son on the shoulder and repeated:
What is your order, N SOM"
Same" said Mr.. Wilson.
"Goin drink anything, gents ?''
Beer" said Scutty, simply. They
topped off their meal with plum pud-
ding with hard sauce, mince pie and one
or two similarly dainty triumphs of the
culinary art of the average downtown
chef. Mr.. Wilson paid the cashier ST. 10,
made second loan of 81. % to Scutty
(Who showed disposition not to miss
many opportunities in that way,) and
about O'CLOCK they wandered up
Broadway, looking pleased with the
world in general and inclined to Whoop
things up. It seemed long tramp 10
Canal Street TO Mr.. Wilson, but this was
due IN very large measure to the five
stops which they made at as many art
galleries on Broadway, where they
ing $40 coo paintings and drinking at
contingent bars. On the way up Scut:y
had decided that the very finest specta-
Gle in New York after all was to be
found on the BOWerY. and they steered
their way eastward and turned into the
most remarkable of New York
thoroughfares Just as the downtown
working people were hurrying home.
Mr.. Wilson was a bit fatigued, but still
anxious to see New York and he fol-
lowed the atfable Scutty, who was gen
iality itself, through the green baize
doors into long and dusty room filled
with tables and chairs. At the further
end there was stage on which young
woman OF stocky build and endless lung
power stood with her arms akimbO and
her head thrown ba.k singing Mother
Watt a Kiss ter Ne from Beyand Her
Morss Clad Grave" with her eyes shut
and her mouth open to an extent sim
ply appalling to anybody but student
of interiors. Scutty shook hands with a
brOkeE-nosed waiter who had a queer
eye and procrastinating lisp, and all
three Of them sat down together and
talked about the lady on the stage, who,
the waiter informed them, was Miss
Lulu Mignon Montimorency, Americas
peerless and pleasing serio- comic"
There was no evidence of hauteur or
pride on the part Of the waiter, and he
talked to the guests quite as familiarly
as If they had been on the same footing
in society as himself. But when the
midGle-weight pugilist, Bad Man Mulvy,
staggered in, both the waiter and
Scutty arose with such extreme respect,
until the pugilist seated himself at the
table, that Mr.. Wilson saw at once he
was in the presence OF great man. Bad
Man Mulvy was not in good humor.
''De fax is" he said candidly, I'm
sick of New York"
What's de- matter wild it?" asked
Scutty.
"Whadt's de good of havin' in
fooHce?" asked Bad Man Mulvy
morosely. Here I'm public charaC
ter and man OATS supposed t have a
pull, yet if me poor OF fadder amt jug
ged and sent up for ten days me names
Mud"
Why, d'y you mean to say dat yer
own ladders been jugged?" asked
Scutty, incredulously, while Bad Man
Mulvy removed his hat from a No. 6 |
head and passed his huge and SCARED |
fist unhappily across his brow.
He is, for dead cold fax, said the |
pugilist, as though realizing that such a
state of affairs was scarcely possible. !
Meanwhile Miss Lulu Mignon Month
had finished her "act," and |
seated herself at the same table. MIR. |
Wilson was inclined to regard the stage |
divinity with alarm not unmixed with |
fervid admiration, but she was so in |
terested in the man with the mighty |
fists that she paid no attention to the |
pride Of Sag Harbor, but listened breath |
lessly to the tale of the great middle
weight.
What claims" continued Bad Man
Mulvy, sis dis: New York amt no
home for gentleman. Here's me poor
old ladder, fer instinct, what goes out t.
get little jig water on board him an
have a genteel time. He wanders up
town, goes into Six avenue place, or
ders glass of beer, puts his arms on
the table, and, being little bit jagged,
goes off t. sleep. Den whad happens?
hour and sees six empty champagne
bottles around him on de table. It's an
old game an pretty often played, but If
dey tink dey can catch de OIL man on
any such racket as dat they're mis-
taken. He amt very pretty, but he
generally gifts there wild both feet when
dere's any bar-roOm tricks going on He
knew he was booze, but he was dead
certain dat he hadn't drunk no six bot
ties of fizz, having but quarter in his
clothes. One of de heelers come aroun'
and tried to collect $21 from him. saying
he'd drunk d wine. You bet yer sweet
life dey didn't gather it in very fast"
Here Bad Man Mulvy rubbed his
head again with his monstrous fist and
looked gloomily across the table at the
pleasing serio-comic. She seemed as
founded.
"Mulv," said the lady impressively,
''if l didn't hear you say it meselt
wouldn't believe it. l don't know
whad'l happen next if yer poor Of fad
der'st git it in tn neck that way simply
for histing little of de old stuff"
These sympathetic remarks seemed
highly agreeable to Mr.. Mulvy, but he
said nothing. Apparently his grief was
too deep for Idle talk.
"Of course" said Scutty moment
later, Eyer going up dis evenin to kick
the lung of d. lad what keeps that place,
amt yer?" Mulvy smiled the smile of
q man whose course in life is too well
known to need even as much as an ex-
planation. Then he said:
None of yez ave heard the worst of
it yit Y see, after d. OF man had
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